He is firm in His expectation of self-control. Belonging to Him requires mindfulness, something foreign to me. But His calm execution of His guidance helps me to submit to the stillness, to be His good boi.

He grabs my binder, and uses it to turn me toward Him, then grabs my hawk and pushes me down to my knees in front of Him. I sit there, both nervous and curious, as He unbuckles His belt, and pulls down His pants. He grabs my hair, and pulls my face next to His cock. He pushes Himself into my mouth, and I begin to suck, running my tongue around the head, focusing on the shape, the taste, the way a tiny little shift in my approach changes His reaction. I tongue all the way up the bottom of His cock, around the head, and suck. He holds my head with a fistful of hair and pushes His pelvis into me, making sure I take all of His cock in my mouth.

He gets close, but pushes me away with His knee. He takes His cock in His hands, and jerks Himself off, just out of where I can reach. I lean forward, and He knees me backwards again. I sit there, desperate to touch, to taste, as He cums. He stands there, as His body quiets and His breathing slows. He directs me to clean Him up, and I lick Him gently, particularly around the parts that are sensitive so soon after orgasm. When He is satisfied, He grabs my hair and gently pushes my head back away from Him. I look up, and He pats my head telling me I’m a good boi. I stay on my knees, watching Him as He steps back from where I am kneeling. He grabs my binder and uses it to pull me up, and then bend me over at the waist with my chest on the bed. He grabs my wrists, and puts them above my head on the mattress.

He reaches under my hips, unbuckles my belt, and pulls down my pants. He taps the inside of my thigh, and I spread my legs. He gently touches the outside of my crotch, brushing my dick every once in a while. He spreads my ass, my crotch, exploring but not paying too much attention to any spot in particular. I whimper and wiggle, hoping for more. He puts His hand on my back and waits for me to settle into stillness. He returns to my crotch, getting a little more intentional with His motions, making me want it even more. He can tell that it’s taking every ounce of self control in my body to stay quiet and still. With a hand still touching my crotch, He leans forward over my back and puts His face next to mine. He asks me if I want it, and I moan yes and nod.

He stands up, and pulls his hand away, leaving me waiting. He rolls a condom onto his cock, then spreads me open and shoves Himself into me. I gasp. He grabs a handful of binder, and uses it to balance Himself as He begins to pound into me, hard. I nervously move a hand down toward my dick, itching to play with myself. He takes my hand and plants it above my head again. He leans into my back, as He shoves His cock into me harder. He asks me if I like it, and I nod. He tells me I’m a good boi for taking His cock as he continues thrusting.

Suddenly, He turns me over and pushes me down to the floor. I kneel in front of Him and He tells me to open my mouth. I do, and He pushes His cock down my throat, holding my hair as I suck my own wetness off His cock. He tells me that I can play now, but He holds my head steady. Kneeling in front of Him with His cock still in my mouth, I rub my dick until I orgasm. He pushes His cock further down my throat as I come. He holds my hair tight, as my body shakes then calms.

After I cum, I reach up to His thighs to hold on to Him. He catches my wrist before I touch Him, and tells me to clean up after myself. He puts my fingers in my mouth, and watches intently as I suck my wetness off my own fingers. He replaces my hand with His own, and I suck on each of His fingers, making circles with my tongue on His finger tips. He lifts my chin and kisses the top of my head, reminding me that I am a good boi, His good boi.